The voice was exceptionally clear in the dark night.
It seemed as if the person speaking was right in front of them.
Song Xian felt Chen Zigeng squeeze her hand a little tighter, his small body trying to shield her.
Song Xian reached out to touch Chen Zigeng's head, hoping to calm him down. Her fingers brushed against his forehead and found it covered in sweat.
After all, he was still a child, and it was inevitable to feel panicked when encountering such a scene for the first time.
Outside the thatched hut, torches lit up one by one, and the Deputy General sat on horseback, looking down at the scene before him. There was not a single movement inside the hut, as if there was no one in there at all.
Before long, several scattered boxes were carried over from nearby. The boxes were opened, revealing furs and high-quality ginseng inside.
The Deputy General drew his knife and picked out the furs, noting that the top-quality ones could be used to make leather armor.
